King Henry VIII.- Continued. Act iii. Sc. 2. And then to breakfast with What appetite you have. Act iii. Sc. 2. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Act iii. Sc. 2. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends, thou aimest at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's. Act iii. Sc. 2. Had I but served my God with half the zeal King Henry VIII. - Continued. Act iv. Sc. 2. Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water. Act v. Sc. 2. To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. Act iii. Sc. 3. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. Act iii. Sc. 3. And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, CORIOLANUS. Act iii. Sc. 1. Hear you this Triton of the minnows? JULIUS CÆSAR. Act i. Sc. 2. Beware the Ides of March! Act i. Sc. 2. I cannot tell what you and other men I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. Act i. Sc. 2. Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point? - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow. Act i. Sc. 2. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, A man of such a feeble temper should Act i. Sc. 2. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, Act i. Sc. 2. Let me have men about me, that are fat; Act i. Sc. 2. Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, Julius Cæsar - Continued. As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit, Act i. Sc. 2. But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me. Act ii. Sc. 1. Between the acting of a dreadful thing Act ii. Sc. 1. But, when I tell him, he hates flatterers, Act ii. Sc. 1. You are my true and honorable wife, Act ii. Sc. 2. Cowards die many times before their deaths; Act iii. Sc. 1. Though last, not least, in love. Act iii. Sc. 1. Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war. Act iii. Sc. 2. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause; and be silent that you may hear. Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more. Act iii. Sc. 2. Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak for him have I offended. Act iii. Sc. 2. The evil that men do lives after them; Act iii. Sc. 2. For Brutus is an honorable man; So are they all, all honorable men. Act iii. Sc. 2. When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept ; Act iii. Sc. 2. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, If you Act iii. Sc. 2. have tears, prepare to shed them now. Act iii. Sc. 2. See, what a rent the envious Casca made! Act iii. Sc. 2. This was the most unkindest cut of all. |